All the Guajira Indians wore these cover up dresses; so now I know why the Wayuu dress goes with this incredible heat and scenery!.
Waking up, on this bench, just as the people were starting to come and go, there were lots of cops and men with everyone looking busy and worried.
Now that confirmed my suspicion that this place was a sort of retencion place, half jail or halfway house for people that have car accidents. Venezuela, like Mexico and most Latin countries, has Napoleonic law codes, which means, you are guilty until you proven innocent! Contrary to my beloved free country the USA. In Venezuela, if you have a car accident you go straight to this type of carcel!
That was why there were so many men dressed in suit’s (lawyers) and some of this men were wounded with stitched and bandages and almost walk they just went in the patio and lay down in pain, mooing.
I guess women had a different place, or may be they did not drive?
I will never know and don’t really care!
Some how I managed to get breakfast a bread whit butter and coffee with milk, and after that I stood by the door of that big room that resembles almost a store, in there were two woman giving out containers of milk ,to each women that walked on with a child I guess a container of 3 Kls. for each child?, with a paper on hand, mark with some code, and a date on it. So I asked, can I help and they were very happy to hear that, with a smile they said yes, came in here and just do what we do and gave a big can of 3 kilos of powdered milk to each señora with a paper. yes very good, I will help, that was the easiest job I ever had and I loved it, it gave me a chance to speak a couple of words and forget about my situation.
But still, I had this empty space inside of me that only booze seemed to fill up, so the day went fast and easy, and when I realized I had free lunch given to me in the kitchen (a bowl of soup made of bread and and egg), I thought it was so simply but delicious. Then it was siesta time , so I went back to my bench. As I sit down ready to curl my body into the shape of the bench again, the cop Pedro (Pepe like everyone called him) said to me, pointing over to a corner room that had too big tall doors, “Go there, there is a hammock es for your, your can stay there, its the womens’ room.” I walked over and there were of course no one there, but there was a hammock no so clean but large
. As you will remember I slept on one for a long time, in the Island of Margarita, Porlamar where we lived before and with my fiance on long time ago.
As I opened the door, the first thing I see is a window and a small desk with a rattan chair and nada más. Well, I did not need anything, I had nothing with me anyway, though I would love to buy one of those dresses that the Indians wore. But I had no money, just a few bolivars, not enough for a dress. Maybe I can call someone to help! But what would I say? No , I can’t say I am in jail! for what?, they would ask?.
To leie down and rest is what I need, but I could not take myself from the window as the outdoor was so inviting and looking this window had no bars of iron on it, would be so easy to get through and out of this jail, but then what? How am I going to get to the airport with no passport and no money? My ticket! Where is it? I don’t know, but they must still have it, so I should just stay, relax and think about nothing. You can call me a coward I guess, but today I call it smart move.
Standing by the window, I looked out at the road, and a baby black little kitty was crossing the street. Meow meow! Like me, it was hungry and lost and lonesome! I went to Pedro who was sitting on his chair leaning against the wall, smoking a puro cigar and relaxing. “Senor senor, there is a baby kitten outside! The cars will kill it!” He just sat without moving and continued smoking, it’s O.K. not worried ma’am, so I went back to my hammock , but first I look through the window , to see the cat… and the kitty was gone.
“Oh well, I thought, just as will how would I fed him ( there’s milk)! jajajaj, but he is gone, lastima!, it would been a nice companion!, and talking to myself, I said just relax Ludmila, God will help him, as he did help you, , as he has done so far, yes?.
The sky was so blue, the heat very high and the clouds they look like cotton….